The Marvel Bunch

Double Edged - Loki

Summary: When discussing the subject of love, Loki mentions that no one has ever made it feel real...except one: you.

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"Loki, I'm supposed to be working," you giggle when he kisses your neck.

"Then as the crowned prince, I demand you stop working so you can focus all of your attention on me," he murmurs against your ear, causing you to shiver.

You slide the last book from your stack into place and turn around, leaning against the shelf as the mischievous prince cages you with his arms, "I need to work and you need to go do your studies."

The young prince rolled his eyes, "Why study Asgardian history when," his hands go to your hips and his lips hover over yours, "When I could study your body instead?"

The scene changes, the two of you are slightly older.

You're laying in one of the royal gardens. Loki's head rests in your lap as the both of you stare up at the sky.

"Loki?"

"Hm?"

"...I love you."

He tenses up and, you don't see it, but his eyes are wide. He sits up and looks at you, seeing if you were joking or not. You sit up as well, a soft smile on your face.

"You love me?" he asks in a quiet whisper.

You nod, "I do," you reach out and place your hand over his but he retracts, as if your skin was fire.

"I-I'm sorry," he scrambles to his feet, "I'm sorry. I don't-I'm sorry."

Loki looks away from the projection. He remembers that day like it was yesterday. How foolish he was, how idiotic. He said he didn't feel the same, yet that wasn't true at all. He regretted not telling you that back then, but what he regrets even more was how he treated you afterwards.

It's like he was flaunting how much he didn't love you. With the men and women surrounding him during the festivities. He drank and made out with several of them all in front of you.

Maybe this was who he was all along. He'd purposefully bring in his new flame into the library where you worked, ravaging them as if you weren't there hurting.

He treated you like the dirt on his boot, as if his sweet words and gentle touches between you two never existed. Maybe this was who Loki truly was: a stereotypical arrogant and ignorant prick.

As Loki watches through his future, he's shocked and amazed to find that you found yourself by his side again, albeit, unwillingly at first due to your desire to assist Thor. But eventually, willingly.

After the events of Sakaar and Ragnarok, you're drained. You lean against the large window of the ship, staring out into space. You feel a presence behind you and you knew who it was.

"I never thought we'd be here."

"I suspect no one ever expects themselves to lose their home by some giant firey demon."

"I don't mean us, Asgardians, Loki," you turn to the prince of the former Asgard, "I meant you and I."

You see the sudden sadness in his eyes, "Y/N-"

"I thought we were in love, that you loved me. I thought we had a future. Young, stupid, foolish me," you rolled your eyes looking away from Loki.

He reached out and grabbed your hand, "I didn't mean it, Y/N. I-I was scared and I lied. I did love you, Y/N." he turns to fully face you and you do the same. He cups your face and looks at you with the most sincere love and adoration in his eyes, "I do love you, and we can have a future now."

Loki watches in horror as a new scene unfolds.

Thanos and his children board the ship. Watches as they kill the Asgardians that try to protect others. Loki's heart drops to his stomach when he sees Proxima Midnight stab you through the chest with her staff. And then, eventually, his own death.

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Loki and Sylvie sit across each other on the train. "On the subject of love, is there a lucky beau waiting for you at the end of this crusade?" Loki asked Sylvie as he poured himself a drink.

"Yeah, there is, actually," she responds, "Managed to maintain quite a serious long-distance relationship with a postman whilst running across time from one apocalypse to another."

Loki chuckles at her jesting, "With charm like that, who could resist you?"

Sylvie smiles, "Well, people are quite willing in the face of certain doom. But how about you? You're a prince. Must've been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince."

"A bit of both. I suspect the same as you. But, um.." you come to his mind, he thinks of his past, the time you spent together...the love, "There was one person, in my youth. They were...radiant, beautiful, smart, kind."

"What happened?" Sylvie asks, with a curious tilt of her head.

He sighs, "I broke their heart. They confessed their love to me and I was scared. I felt the same, but nonetheless, I ran away like a coward. Proceeded to behave like a giant ass towards them, flaunting my daily beaus around them as if I didn't care about them. Now, instead of the love they had for me shining in their eyes, all I see is pain and disdain."

"You really are a bit of a shit, aren't you?" Sylvie asks with a smirk and Loki hums, "I suppose I am," and he downs his drink, thinking about the future you two could have had.

Love is a double edged sword. You can use it to hurt others, but it can also hurt yourself in the process.